derrick-nathaniel:

So our record leaked on what.cd and now I have shitheads harassing me about trying to get rid of the leak. I drank a bunch of gin and wrote the following in reply to some post about me being a shithead. If you have followed my tumblr for a while you know that I most certainly promote leaks. Fuck,…

Buy this record. Free music rules, but it sucks when a month of carefully orchestrated plans falls to pieces.

Growing into punk.

I wrote this for my friend Jeff’s zine a little while back. Order one here.

At 25, I’m not old. Hell, I’m nowhere close. Still, every year, more of my friends (and I, admittedly) talk about growing older and out of touch. These assertions are mostly light hearted, but I couldn’t help thinking about this in terms of our subcultural affiliations. I (and you, I’m assuming) identify largely with the punk/hardcore/DIY community in some way, and when it comes down to it, most music based subcultures are youth based. Younger people attach themselves to music with a passionate ferocity unlike most other interests. I was certainly no exception. When I first discovered punk nearly ten years ago it consumed me. My friends and I formed bands, had a (short-lived) newsletter, booked shows, dyed our hair, and listened to every punk related record we could get our hands on.

The older I get, the more friends, peers, and acquaintances I see “grow out of” punk, citing a need for a real life, financial stability, careers, families, and the like. This all seems at best a little silly to me, as, by my estimation, we should all be “growing into” punk instead. Sure, when we’re younger it’s easier to let something consume you completely. Jobs are less important, rent/mortgages are nonexistent, and boundless passionate energy is easier to come by. Ideals are in no short supply, and our often naive and uninformed visions of a grand radical community seem feasible until we “grow up” and abandon it. But should we?
Why give up? What do we find so hard about melding mainstream adult life trajectories with our own punk rock communities? Music means just as much (if not more) to me now as it did when I was younger. Instead of attacking things with a youthful exuberance and reckless abandon, we should adapt those experiences to a more rational approach to life. We should still travel, we should still tour, we should still play in bands, we should still create, and we can still have successful careers.
This idea that punk rock ideals and ambition/success should be mutually exclusive should be made a thing of the past. To my mind, ambition and success on one’s own terms is the most punk rock act of all. When members of our communities move on to “real lives”, rather than chastising them for “selling out” (are we still using that? Really?), we should encourage them to balance and meld their two worlds, rather than leaving DIY behind.
It goes without saying that people change. As we grow older our ideas change, our musical tastes change, our world view changes, and hopefully we use our new wisdom and experiences to grow as rational, thinking, compassionate human beings. What’s to stop us from adapting our values, convictions, and interests learned in the DIY community to our new adult lives? We never stop learning, so what better to apply to earlier idealistic visions than new observations and experiences? Instead of growing out of our idealistic visions of a better world, we should be using our newfound wisdom to adapt those principles to the world that we have come to know. The strength of our convictions can only be strengthened by increased knowledge. Live with your full self. Adapt, change, age, and grow, but never give up.


Reservoir / Bicycle Ride splits are in! Order one! http://escapeplanblueprint.storenvy.com/collections/241623-reservoir

Reservoir / Bicycle Ride splits are in! Order one! http://escapeplanblueprint.storenvy.com/collections/241623-reservoir

elevenacres:

Belgian street artist ROA

(via reservoirpa)

“I’ll make Chip a rustic sportsman’s lamp from this birch log!”

“I’ll make Chip a rustic sportsman’s lamp from this birch log!”

Daily records, day 15.

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TIM BARRY - MANCHESTER (Suburban Home Records)


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I pre-ordered this record, and I don’t remember why. That’s not to say I don’t like it, I still listen to this record, but I don’t remember being too terribly familiar with Tim’s music at the time. I ordered this from Suburban Home while I was in college, without looking up the release date I would guess sometime in late 2008 or early 2009, because we were all living at the second Chicken Coop on Chestnut Street in Annville. I undoubtedly heard of Tim’s solo music because of his time in Avail. I remember listening to this record a ton and being impressed with the way he took fairly simple songs and filled them with tons of heavy emotion. I also distinctly remember this being one of the first records I remember hearing that took on the Iraq war from the point of view of soldiers who felt a sense of duty but also knew they were being commanded under false pretenses. When I first heard this record I identified with Tim’s drifter mindset and the way he never really felt at home anywhere, and now years later I identify with his songs about friends passing and feeling old and in a constant rut. I don’t listen to this record a ton, but every single time I do it turns into one of my favorite records for a week or so. The best records grow with you.

letthemhateus:

Self Defense Family.

The First Unitarian Church. Philadelphia, PA.

Friday, April 5th, 2013. Rest in Power Kurt Cobain.

(via deathwishinc)

Lots of neat stuff in the works. Chug coffee, keep grinding.

Daily records, day 14.

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BANQUETS - TOP BUTTON, BOTTOM SHELF (Black Numbers Records)



When I was in college our house booked shows in our garage and living room from time to time. We tried to avoid doing really loud full band shows primarily because we liked our neighbors and didn’t want them to harbor any ill will against us. Once in a while, however, we got requests from bands we liked that we didn’t want to turn down. One of these requests came from a New Jersey band called Let Me Run. They ended up playing in our kitchen with the pa head propped up inside our baking cabinet. When they got to the house Travis and I realized that we had met before when my band Submarine Screendoor played with his band The Stand In at a crappy middle of nowhere firehall years ago. It was one of our most most memorable shows at the house, and Let Me Run ended up staying with us again a few months later when they had a tour date fall through. The next year Travis parted ways with Let Me Run, but we stayed in touch when he began Banquets. This is Banquets’ first full length record, and I bought it from them when I saw them play the First Unitarian Church with I Am The Avalanche and Hostage Calm.


johndarnielle:

I just sort of want to record that we are presently living in a bizarre little historical bubble where a dude who holds office will actually stand before his constituents and with a straight face say “it’s illegal for you to have oral sex”